Natasha's Point of View
Remington and I became super close, like really super close. We never actually put a label on our relationship and we didn't exactly refer to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend but we did spend most of our free time together. We got to know one another on a level that was deeper than a normal friendship. Plus, there was the sex. Oh man the sex! Having sex with Remington was like going into another dimension. Everything else just cease to exist when we came together, figuratively and literally.
That being said, though our dynamic was like that of two best friends who'd grown up together because after the whole thing of him showing up at my door and fucking me within an inch of my life we started to hang out and not just have sex. Okay, we did have sex but we also hung out. We played video games (which he mostly won but whatever) we went shopping and we went to the movies on a regular basis. It even got to the point where I was telling him about my day and the people who I worked with. I told him about how much I admired my boss and that I hoped at the end of my internship she'd take me on properly. I told him about my work friends and how I like a handful. I even told him about the guy who sits opposite my desk, another intern that is constantly trying to undermine me, wanting a job just like I did. I told him about the other guy that is a little too friendly, always staring at my chest whenever I leant over. All of this was cool and everything but in the back of my mind I always had a miniscule voice that was telling me that I didn't belong. Not with him, not with anyone. It all started on the second night that I'd slept with him. I didn't remember even biting him, let alone swallowing his blood. It had made me become so angry, but not just angry. I became paranoid and jealous. The worst thing is, that wasn't the first time I'd drank his blood. In all honestly I drank his blood almost every time he was inside me. I don't even know that I'm doing it until it's too late.
"Natasha, you've been here for ages now honey." Heather, my boss walked into the office that I shared with three other people who went home over an hour ago. "I appreciate your hard working ethic and everything but you need to go home."
"I'm almost finished editing this piece and then I promise I'll leave." I gave her a weak smile. I was tired, really fucking tired but I was almost done and everyone knew that I hated to leave things unfinished. "I promise." I repeated and her uncertain expression changed.
With an amused grin Heather rummaged through the 'in' tray on the filing cabinet by the door. "Well I'm going home now and don't think for one second that I don't know you're not on the rotor to work tomorrow, madam." She gave me a wave over her shoulder as she exited the office.
I quickly added whatever finishing touches to the article that I could because in all honesty, staring at this computer screen was the last thing I wanted to do on a Friday night. I had no plans though, Anna was constantly with Emerson these days and I rarely got to see her. I'd been trying for a while to get her out on a girls night but she'd always have plans with him. I didn't mind so much because I liked to see her happy and Emerson quite obviously did that. I just missed her that's all.
I backed up my save onto my memory stick and was just about to shut down the computer when all of the lights suddenly went out. I wasn't scared of the dark or anything but I had to admit that I was feeling a little frightened because this had never happened here before. The only source of light was the faint trickle of the emergency light in the main office by the fire door. Reaching for my bag, I got up from my chair and that was when the scent hit me and I knew I wasn't alone in the room any more. The hairs on the back of my neck raised as I felt a cool finger tip trace a pattern down my arm.
"I thought we were meeting tomorrow?" I don't know why my voice was barely above a whisper. He did this to me, every single fucking time.
"I couldn't wait." His voice was husky in my ear. I tried to turn my head to kiss him but he stopped me, keeping me with my back to him. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," His hand reached down to my pencil skirt and gripped my left butt cheek making me groan in response. "Couldn't stop thinking about this ass." His hand continued to knead the muscle as his other hand pulled on the zip. My skirt fell to the floor and he did along with it, feeling his lips pressed against the lace covered skin as he pressed open mouthed kisses against my back side.
"You're such an ass man." I chuckled. Normally I'd have been freaking out about what we were doing in a public place, my work place in fact but I couldn't bring myself to care. All rational thought leaves my head as soon as I'm in close proximity to this guy. His fingers hooked themselves into the sides of my underwear and went to work on pulling them down my legs until they fell at ankles with the skirt. I kicked the discarded material away with my foot and went to remove my foot from my high heeled shoe but his hand grabbed hold of my ankle, stopping me from doing so.
"Keep the shoes on." He breathed out as his hand found it's way from my ankle up to my thigh. With one last kiss to my ass he stood back up so he was behind me. His hands moved to my silky shirt and began to unbutton the material slowly until he revealed my matching bra. The silk and lace combo slid along my arms and then off onto the floor. "You make me fucking crazy, Natasha all the fucking time." His breath was like a cool breeze across my neck as he breathed in my scent; something he did a lot of the time. I knew he craved my blood. I could tell because his eye's always became just that little bit darker whenever he was around me. I admired his control because evidently he had more of it that I did.
I felt him unhook my bra and I quickly held onto the cups so it wouldn't fall and expose my breasts just yet. He was wearing way too many clothes and it just wasn't fair at the moment. I quickly turned around to face him and took a step back so I could admire him in the small amount of light I had. My eye's had adjusted to the darkness but I couldn't really make out any of his facial features. He was just a tall spiky haired silhouette. I knew he could see me more clearly because I was stood in the streak of light that filtered in from the small window in the door. I gave him a challenging look and held onto my tits so that he couldn't see them.
